When I woke this morning a little after five, very rested, no head talk in the night, I wondered how to fill my morning since it was too rainy, damp, dark, dank to walk in town. Going near any store was not an option and we are under a weather alert for high winds with possible 30-40 mph gusts that could down limbs and branches. I did 30 minutes yoga live with Hannah then while eating my oatmeal breakfast Michael texted me that he needed a childhood picture of himself for his accounting firm. They want to update the employee bios with childhood photos. Hmmm...........that's a challenging task. I pulled out all the boxes from the bathroom closet, brought them to the living room where I would have plenty of room to sort and go through albums. Looks like those boxes hadn't been move in quite some time. The large roach hotel was dated back to April of this year and it was time to vacuum up the dead debris behind the boxes. I actually moved eve...
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Another gorgeous Autumn day with a mostly sunny sky and temperature around 70. I've been outside most of the day pulling old dead flower stalks and piling them in the woods. The garden is almost cleared of tired dead debris and now has a nice blanket of dried falling leaves to decay as nature intended. House plants are still outside and when the weather drops to thirties I pull them all close to the house at night. Many herbs still thrive. I still use fresh parsley, mint, Italian oregano, rosemary and a few others. I placed hay around them as they will stay out all winter. The blogging stopped because for some unknown reason my iPhone pictures won't upload to this computer. Also tried to print my Christmas card design but the scanner icon on this computer is gone and I can't find it anywhere. So, can't scan, can't send pictures to blog and it's frustrating. I tried to think what Cliff would do but I don't understand techie issu...
Just harvested my first ginger root! Have never grown tumeric or ginger root Rhizomes. It felt so uplifting to dig my hands into the soil and feel the Rhizomes. This spring and summer gardening was depressing and most herbs and vegetables struggled to survive. Between days and days of clouds and rain and my tired mind and body, the gardens suffered. Looking back now I can see how weary and out-of-sorts I was. Sleep was interrupted by a busy mind. Without a full restful sleep my brain was foggy many days. I'm finally coping better, have fewer brain-fog days, and sleep more restfully until 6 or 6:30 waking without being depressed. There are fewer days that I walk around not remembering what I'm doing, fewer days that I don't care if I'm even doing, and after all these passing months have fewer bursts of tears that sneak up and catch me unexpectedly. I can make Cliff's tapioca pudding for me now without sobbing, drive ...
Cool morning temperatures that last longer allowing me to walk later, trees that shed their leaves early on the yoga deck, my walking into a large spider web in the early morning that wasn't there the day before, and deer devouring anything they can forage, plants that didn't appeal in the summer are my signs that fall is approaching. Yesterday I craved our homemade applesauce. Talked to Cliff as I prepared the bag of honey crisps as he used to for the sauce. Farmers Almanac is predicting a cooler wetter winter for North Carolina and the rest of the Southeast. We won't know until it happens. I feel like chocolate cake. You get three guess..................... Midnight snack.....hostas Tulsi.....holy basil. Makes a great fresh tea and is good for all ailments. Deer never touch these plants and they smell sweet. Answer to the two sticks plant. It's a blackberry bush that was overflowing and full this summer. It even produced blackberries tha...
This morning I woke around 6 but stayed cuddled up under my down comforter another twenty minutes or so listening to relaxing music on my iPhone. Took a quick shower to loosen my shoulders then returned the two HB feeders and the seed feeder to the back porch. I can see the seasonal changes beginning as the raccoon waits patiently for me to turn out the lights each night so it sneak up the porch steps, jump up on the rail, and drink all the nectar from both feeders then empty the seed feeder. During the summer only the seed feeder came in each evening but as animals change their diet getting their bodies ready and storing fats and sugars for the winter they are eating everything. Yesterday while weed whacking near the garage I found one of my white wine bottles on the ground. It had to have been removed from the recycle bin and carried down back and around the side of the garage. I have an alcoholic raccoon.While my breakfast porridge is cooking, I put little pil...
Some days are full of doing tasks and chores that Cliff did for me. The floor wasn't that dirty but he enjoyed saying. "Guess I need to pull out the vacuum. I'm tripping over debris." I thanked him. Whenever I was in the kitchen trying out new recipes, making cookies or the double batch tapioca pudding for him, he was there beside (getting in my way sometimes) washing the utensils, pots/pans, cutting boards, drying them and putting everything back in their proper places only to have me take some things back out and reuse again. "I just washed that" he would state. He learned to ask if I were through with things before he cleaned up after me. I thanked him. He emptied the dishwasher when it was finished in such an orderly manner (getting in my way sometimes because I was also in the kitchen working but he wanted to be there with me). I thanked him. Every morning he made my bed reminding me of the order that the pill...
Saturday mornings are Farmers Market mornings. It's my time to stroll through the three pavilions visiting with familiar vendors and adding new ones to my routine. There is so much wonderfully fresh produce weekly and I have had to control what I buy now or I'm throwing food away. Last week I bought a North Georgia Candy Roaster squash. They are sweet and make delicious pies. The old farmer who sold it to me is one I try not to engage in conversation with during the sale. His conversation never stops while I'm cradling the heavy squash. Once I broke away from him I hooked a golf cart ride with a volunteer back to my car, placed the heavy squash in the back, and returned to the pavilions. I've frozen many of the veggies for fall and winter. This morning I was compelled to stop at a pipe display, not that I was thinking about taking up pipe smoking like the old mountain women, but what caught my eye and brought up unexpected childhood memori...